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The dinner was actually very rich.

As expected by the two men, there were fried fish and fried potatoes on the table.

The two gentlemen looked at each other, obviously wanting to push the dish of love in front of them to the opposite side, but they had to grit their teeth and try it first.

Elsa sat with Vivienne with her chin propped up. The two girls looked at each other and each took care of their own people.

Cinderella looked at Bucky with a smile: "How does it taste? I wanted to make something else, but Vivian made fried fish. I think I should cooperate with her and make some fried potatoes."

Although he was tired of eating, the taste was actually very good. Bucky obediently ate the potato chips that Elsa fed, and returned another piece.

Elsa kept her mouth shut and resolutely refused to eat it. She stuck out her tongue when Bucky retracted the fork: "I won't eat it when I can."

After finishing speaking, Cinderella happily brought out the cake.The thick layer of cream on top looks greasy, but Elsa likes the taste.

Sherlock glanced at the cake that was said to belong to him, twitched the corner of his mouth, looked at the dead fried fish on his plate, and picked up the fork.

Hmm...it's still so salty...

Vivian's desserts are so delicious, why is the fried fish always so salty?

Even Sherlock Holmes, the best consulting detective in the world, can't figure out why Vivian's fried fish is so salty.

It's obviously salted fish!

***

Elsa spent the night with Vivienne, said goodbye to her friends early the next morning, and decided to go to another city with Bucky.As for what Vivienne said to help her find a suitable place to live, that's up to the blonde girl to decide.

Cinderella originally planned to visit Sherlock's "cemetery", but it would be a fool to go to the cemetery after seeing the real Sherlock.

At the same time, she was too embarrassed to see Watson.

Mr. Watson is so nice... What a terrible Sherlock, Elsa, who was full of guilt, didn't dare to answer the phone, and returned a text message saying that she had found Vivienne and that Vivienne was fine and left in disgrace.

As a "wanted criminal" who has a disguised identity, even if Elsa helps him cover up all the time, the two of them still can't be too nervous.

The Winter Soldier is blacklisted in most of the countries, except in Asia.Then there are individual small countries in Eastern Europe and backward areas in Africa.Others... Anyway, it's better not to run around if you want to be safe.

Elsa's five-year-old wish was to travel around the world, which obviously failed, but for her, Bucky's existence means the whole world.

As a scumbag, the first stop from London turned out to be Oxford.

Elsa sent a bunch of postcards back to Peter and called Aunt May.

"Thank God, you finally remembered us," Aunt May almost said on the phone that Elsa was a little heartless, "You said you were going to travel and disappeared, if Mr. Rogers hadn't come to do it for you Guaranteed, and knowing that you can protect yourself, don't even think about it, we will allow you to travel far away. When will you come back?"

Elsa rubbed her nose and smiled embarrassedly: "I always make you worry, I'm really sorry. I'm in Oxford now, which is Peter's second dream university... Yes, I sent him a postcard , don’t tell him yet, let him find out by himself.”

She tilted her head and thought about it, peeking at Bucky who she sent out to buy things: "...if I go back...Christmas, right? Soon, it will be almost two months away. Well, I know the recent weather The temperature has cooled, I will pay attention... I love you too, Aunt Mei."

When she hung up the phone, Bucky had already bought the hand-painted postcard she was looking forward to across the road, with Elsa's money.

Cinderella's investments have been making money, enough for her not-so-luxurious pocket money, and enough for her to raise the best Bucky in the world.

Bucky's hair had grown again, but hadn't been cut, and the scars from the previous craniotomy were only concealed by long hair.And Elsa's gray hair has grown past her shoulder blades.She was wearing a gift from Professor Xavier today. It was a long light yellow dress with a very textured material.

Elsa's gray hair was half up and half down.There is a red star in the rolled up hair.

Compared with when we first met, she has grown from an immature girl to maturity, and her body lines have become more distinct, which has made Bucky very embarrassed recently.

Elsa is still like a child who doesn't understand anything, she wants to pounce on Bucky all the time, full of symptoms of skin hunger and thirst, wishing to rely on him and never get up again.

Bucky turned his head, and Cinderella stood across the road and waved to him with a smile.The man's half-length hair was tied up in the back of his head, and his metal arms were gloved in his pockets.He saw Elsa's warm smile and put the same on his own face.

The little brother from the art department who was selling hand-painted cards snorted at him: "Beautiful blessings are not shallow, brother."

Bucky turned his head and raised his eyebrows at the black boy whose hair was longer than his and dyed rainbow colors: "Envy?"

The little brother shrugged, but his hands and brushes were very steady on the drawing paper: "Who doesn't?"

The girl on the drawing paper is gradually taking shape. She is wearing a top hat to match her clothes. The corners of her skirt are flying in the wind. She presses the corners of the hat with one hand and raises it with the other. The smile on her face is still so pretty, so easy to see Everyone who sees her smile wants to laugh with her.

Just as the little brother wanted to sign his autograph, Bucky coughed dryly: "...is it okay if you don't leave your name?"

The little brother from the art department wanted to stick to his artistic pursuits, but curled his lips after seeing the same smiles of the two, leaving only a word of blessing under the painting.

"One more, 'formyAilsa', thanks."

The little brother paused, rolled his eyes at him, and then wrote down Bucky's request in a flashy manner, and added a few strokes to the girl's name to make the name come alive.

He clapped his hands, rolled up the painting, and quickly stamped a ribbon on it: "Brother, do you know that you missed the signature of the future great painter?"

Bucky patted him on the shoulder, with a mischievous smile on his face: "Thank you brother, but my sister just take a look, finish the painting, forget about it."

He took the packaged painting, waved his hand in the young brother's bewildered expression, and returned to Cinderella.

Elsa looked at the thing in his hand, curious: "What is this?"

Bucky put the postcard in the small bag into the space box, and handed the painting to Elsa: "Let's find a place to eat first, didn't you just say you were hungry?"

Cinderella nodded, glanced at the paper in her hand from time to time, and opened the painting as soon as she entered the dessert shop.

"Wow!" Elsa's eyes sparkled, "It's the first time someone draws for me!"

"Do you like it?" Bucky looked at her smile with gentle eyebrows, "You seem to like his painting style very much."

Cinderella's face floated on the face of the girl in the painting. Looking at the smiling girl, I couldn't help laughing: "Yeah, I feel very careful when I look at it. He draws very well."

"No, I don't think he draws well." Bucky brought Elsa's half-drinked drink to himself, and left her the full one.

Elsa stared: "Don't you like it?"

Bucky couldn't help but tap the tip of her nose: "I don't like his paintings, but I like his paintings of you."

Elsa's face turned red instantly.

Cinderella, who used to throw herself on others naturally, twitched at this moment.She raised her hand to scratch her cheek, put the bow on the painting again, took a bite of the sweet and greasy cake, and drank a whole glass of orange juice in one go.

She just doesn't look at Bucky.

But Bucky, who was sitting opposite her, looked at her without blinking, as if looking at his world.

Elsa couldn't bear it anymore. She lay on the table with her top hat on her head, and said in a low voice, "Bucky, you have changed."

"It's not that I've changed, it's you who made me change back." Brooklyn Yizhihua, who used to guide Bean Sprout Sweetheart to seduce girls on a daily basis, will naturally change back after taking off the shackles.

He paused for a moment with his raised left hand, changed his right hand, took off his hat and smoothed Elsa's gray hair: "Don't be bored."

"I do not want."

"Hey, wake up," Bucky pinched the tips of her red ears, "I haven't seen you so shy before."

"You also said that you were not like this before!" Cinderella couldn't help complaining.

Even...Even if she asked at that time if they would be together forever, Bucky answered yes, and she tacitly agreed that they would have that paper certificate in the future...But Bucky at that time was not the kind who is so flirtatious now Woolen cloth!

Cinderella still buried her face in her arms, feeling that the heat of her cheeks could fry an egg.

It's different...really different.

The only time he was flirting was when they were alone.

It is said that he regained some memories.

Although he knew that his past was a sunny and cheerful youth rather than a lifeless laboratory product.

But...

Elsa raised her head suddenly, not caring about the little top hat being knocked to the ground.

The heat on Cinderella's cheeks has not subsided, but at this time she pretended to be fierce and coughed twice, pretending that her hand was a gun, and pointed at the man who looked at her with a smile on the other side: "Say, you are right! How many people have said it!"

Bucky's smiling face froze, but within half a second he immediately promised: "Only you, Elsa, I promise, you are the angel sent by heaven to save me. You are the only one."

Elsa withdrew the "pistol", pinched the tip of her ear, doubtful: "Really?"

"Really," Bucky looked serious, and almost swore to the sky, "If you don't believe me, you can ask Steve! He's been with me all the time and he knows everything."

Day oh, Elsa has started to turn over old accounts, what should I do?Is the record of me flirting with girls still there?Those girls are dead really!

And Steve... Brother, if you dare to betray me, you will die!